To Be Continued

Do you think it’s Wrong

The fact that I Ignore People's Opinions

Do you think it’s weird

The fact that I like to be isolated

Everyone acts as if my life is their concern like if what I do say or act affects them

They judge me like a book with pictures as though they forgot to read

Tell me are you deaf or are you blind

Because if you are both you might as well be dead

I'm not either of those things and I see the real you

Got two legs that are supposed to support me yet they fail me each time because each time I

take a step I’m tired

But who am I to complain I fail all the time too and I do nothing to improve

You see my bad side but why aren’t you willing to see my good side

Please define what is bad to me because we have different minds , we have different lives yet we

both can cry at times.

God why is it so bright am I going to heaven or am I going to die

Oh wait it’s just them street lights that are so damn bright but why am I outside at night when I’m

afraid of the dark maybe because I’m trying to find my self while driving in this lost car.

Then again, I’m not outside I’m just staring at this blank piece of art. No color, no design; that’s

my life. But, it’s going to be fine. Chapter after chapter, line after line, every series has another.

Another story, another book, and another “To Be Continued.”